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You must get to Ellen’s Homemade Ice Cream, 225 Capitol Street, when she makes her hand-churned pumpkin ice cream, which seems to takes place for about 17 minutes every summer. Worth the wait. And her paw paw ice cream pops onto the menu even more rarely, dependent on supplies of the famous/infamous banana-custard-tasting fruit, which I believe must be smuggled into town through the same perilous shipping routes as Heroin Black. Poppies and pawpaws — two of a kind.

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